The-Chemical-Parade

I know I ain't gonna create peace, Look what they done to the last one god released, Nailed to a carved out tree and spat on, Makes me wonder if he really did have much right to tell what was wrong And what wasn't, like sin, Or how we all disrespect our kin, I got told what wasn't right, what was complete shite, Never wanted to listen, can't be pissed to see the light Eternal perfection, yeah, sure, Like there's one internal cure, For the hand that will one day smite, All that's wrong and right, Like we'll ignore our daily wants, While all religious cults and cunts, Shout up to the skies, and pray mercy, While sodomising democr

i am the boy, who is tired of crawling, thicket cuts, and bush scratches, today, i think i'll die. i am the bridge, made of stone and cement, over gaps, and abyss, today, i think i'll snap. i am the boy, who will stand today, brushing my scars away, today, i am going to shine.

and so i was made, i was bound together with icing sugar, then sealed with cement to take away the sensitivity, and cursed with callous. and so i was blessed with knowledge, and a vocabulary, words to be drawn into tight metal sounds, falling in love with anecdotes of heroes long past. and ones that i shall never join. perhaps you are beauty personified, but from here on in, i am the devil, and you mean nothing to me.

i'm an artist, not a murderer, save your crying pleas, i only wish to purge the earth, of all you useless fleas i don't need the cover of nightfall, no, keep looking still, you'll never find me amongst the paper children, born of no free will you should be thanking me, for freeing you sorry fucks, don't flee, i'm doing the jobs you can't do, and i'm doing them for free

i am made of cutting paper, with scissors and incisors, they cut me out a heart, a soul, but left out lies i am made of cutting paper, a slice, a chop, a blade, they painted me eyes and ears, but left out senses i am made of cutting paper, all in all, wood pulp, they kissed me goodnight with running tears, and took my will away

Every year we get sold the same, The same old story, the same old same old story, Nativities and winter scenes, When was the last time it snowed at Christmas? And when was the last time there was peace on earth? When it snows, next Christmas, It'll be the year that we, get a Siberian Summer, When there's peace, on earth, It'll be the day the world, stops spinning. It'll be the year, we get an Indian Winter. The gifts I'll be giving this year are as stated, 4 feet of ice, Two years of debt, from unwanted presents, And, because I'm feeling festive, extra traffic jams, It's not Christmas without screaming toddlers. When it snows,

Something's not right, I can feel it, head to heart, feel it, head to heart. One tug, there's no blood, so I pull again. One tug, Two tug, Three tug, Tears. Four tug, Five tug, Six tug, Blood. It repeats itself, again and again, again and again. I knew it was a joke, I knew it head to heart, head to heart, you know I did. My head's been infected, I need to sort it out, I need to sort this one out. Is it really dying off, or am I just blind with wishful thinking, wishful thinking?

Hey, you. Do you know those times, when the world feels like it's crashing down around you? Those times when it feels like you're drowning in problems? Those times when it seems anything and everything that could go wrong, is? I wish I could say it's not one of those times for me. But if I did, I'd be lying. I'm living in a place that is rather...not-LGBT-friendly. With a body I hate, a body that isn't mine, and it's only getting worse. I swear, everyday, I'm hearing more and more about "girls are like this, boys are like that", and people are seperating 'boys' from 'girls' more and more. I can hardly stand it. I've been suffering fro

MCR Fans, Do You… 1. Think you have a sixth sense for finding things MCR related in stores, online, in a magazine, etc.? 2. Hate the Daily Mail with a passion? 3. Own a biography on MCR and if so, refer to it as your bible? 4. Ever seriously think of making a religion based on MCR? 5. Stare intently into cars with New Jersey license plates in case the guys and their families happen to be in them? 6. Feel a strong sense of pride and loyalty to New Jersey even though you're not from there? 7. Aren't bothered that some people don't like MCR because it's their own problem that they'll never know how great they are? 8. Find yourself w